I do.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
he sings a tender song of strife
fluttering around the glass riddled grass
he's in there gasping for desire
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too fond for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to align my failing eyes?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
he listens to the thunderous cries of tormented lost will
he watches a stormy life drenched and alone
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
he knows that I was not what others saw
he flies around the crashing senile walls
singing the tender song of strife
trailing the ill filled clouds that breathed life
there is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
he's siphoned my joy and gifted me creative coy
he'll never die.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
